"It makes no difference to me whether you believe it or not. If you make much more noise, like enough you'll find out who I am."
"Be you really the leader of the Riflemen?" queried Zeke Hunt, not noticing the warning which had just been uttered.
"I've told you once, so let's hear no more about it."
"My gracious! you don't look much like one. 'Pears to me you and I look a good deal alike. Don't you think so?"
"Heaven save me, I hope not."
"Oh, I'm willing that it should be so. I ain't offended."
The impudence of the countryman was so consummate that Dernor could not restrain a laugh at it.
"They always considered me good-looking down hum," he added; "and there wasn't a gal I wasn't able to get if I wanted her."
"I should think you would be anxious to get back again."
"Would be, if it wasn't for the old man. He was awful on me. Didn't appear to be proud of me at all."